Yo, Freaky. Yeah, what's up, Nasty? Hey, can you believe three different girls came up to me today in the flea market? One asked for a gold chain, another one asked for a bangle. Man, what's up with that? Man, that's wild. I don't know why females be trippin' like that. Yeah, but I'll tell you what I think about it. Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy, I can't take it no more. Fellas, sing! Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy, I can't take it no more. Now I really don't know what the heck is going on. All I really know, man, something is wrong about a couple of girls I know. Askin' for things, from diamonds to chains, bracelets, bangles, and gold rings. They want to drive my car, they want to spend my money. Every time they want somethin', it's come here, hunt me. But I'm not a fool, and I don't play no games. I dare you ask for somethin', you don't even know my name. Your hair is all fixed, your jeans real tight. But if you don't clock dollars, you won't party tonight. You'll have to settle for less, and that means nothin'. You say you won't have ***, well, I think that you're bluffin'. Girl, I know your secret, that's why my money stacked. You either want gold or my Cadillac. Fool, you're tryin' to fool. The D is never slippin'. I'm still nasty as hell, and to girls that be trippin'. Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy. I can't take it no more. Fellas sing! Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy. I can't take it no more. Me and my homie took the van, and we drove it to the store. There was a female there that we had never seen before. Her body looked nice, her hair was in a curl. But from the looks of things, we can tell she's a material girl. We had lots of gold-ringed fingers that were stacked. My homie looked at me and said, Nasty, let's jack. I almost took the bait, but I just couldn't do it. Already runnin' late, so I had to get to it. We hopped back in the ride, and drove to USA. We started seein' faces that we see every day. The girls were in crowds, fellas were actin' lazy. Someone mentioned nasty, and they all went crazy. Gold diggin' beggin', you know what I think? They must have thought I was a bank, cause I wore Gucci links. Come on girls, askin' for things. Oh boy, I had to dilt. I mean, I can't believe it, but the females, they tripped. Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy. I can't take it no more. Fellas sing! Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy. I can't take it no more. Hey man, speakin' of gold diggin', I heard you was goin' broke, spendin' all your money on one gold digger. Spendin' money? Spendin' money, man? Let me tell you somethin' nasty, man. I don't even spend time with this female, man. She came up to me askin' for a nugget, you know what I'm sayin'? So I took her to McDonald's and bought her a six piece. Every guy wants to know why girls do what they do. Us fellas can't get over without them askin' you. For somethin' to eat, somethin' to wear, just to have done. When they approach, askin' for somethin', you wanna run. Gold here, gold there, gold everywhere. Piles up on the chick with the weed in her hair. This song is for the guys, so I hope that you listen. Don't let any girl fool you on a gold mission. Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy. I can't take it no more. Fellas sing! Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy. I can't take it no more. Hey, yo, Juice, check this out. Hey, I heard your boy Figgy was goin' broke. I heard he even bought his girl a fresh new set of wheels. Man, what you think about that? Yeah, and if she be good, he gon' get in the car to go with it. Yeah, man, I heard now that you makin' records, you gotta split everything you makin'. Girls tryna hold on, I can't vote. What's up with that? Split nothin', huh? I'ma tell them like, Hammer, you can't touch this. And if I can't knock boots like Candyman, and we can't get soul to soul, they might as well keep on movin'. You know what I'm sayin'? Cause if I ain't got it, they ain't gettin' it. When they want it, I ain't got it. If they need it, I don't got it. I don't got it. You know what I'm sayin'? About the only thing I'ma split between a gold digger is some Twinkies. And if they don't like that, they can kiss my K. Hey, hey, hey, man, this ain't Burger King, man. You can't have it your way. Oh, oh, yeah, right.